Chapter 557
Deep within her grotesque chamber, Vorenza, still wrapped in shimmering healing webs, keenly sensed that something was amiss. Her prophetic foresight, usually a sharp, cutting edge, was blunted by her fractured state. She couldn’t pinpoint the threat, only a deep-seated wrongness. Unable to move, she could only issue urgent orders: her generals and their men were to be on high alert, ready to respond to any unforeseen assault.
Vorenza had consumed Gurnak’s soul, a desperate, brutal act that had indeed healed most of the grievous wounds inflicted by their clash. Yet, a more profound injury remained. Her final, desperate spell during that brutal fight had pushed her beyond her established demonic laws, an act of sheer will that had saved her life but exacted a terrifying toll. The backlash was immense, far more than a mere sixth-tier soul could ever hope to mend.
Her very domain was fractured, a profound spiritual wound that would require considerable time to heal. A deep, gnawing worry gnawed at Vorenza. She desperately hoped this unease was merely a byproduct of her vulnerability, a hypersensitivity born from her shattered domain. She truly hoped nothing catastrophic would happen, that her unease were just an illusion.
From the sky, Rattan was able to see a familiar figure "Gorok" he led a tall mount the size of a carriage that looks like a blend of a horse and a Lizard.
Getting the mount closer, Gorok took a knee and gestured for Kaelen to get on, such sight caused the mages who were in the sky to murmur.
Kaelen looking at Gorok who was still loyal to him even after their current situation sighed "There is no need for this, my friend. Survivial is now our greates cause"
In response to Kaelen word, Gorok said or did nothing as he stayed bowed.
Kaelen shook his head ashe he once again turned towards the assembly, "This is not a glorious charge," Kaelen stated, his voice now a low, resonant rumble that carried to every corner of the hall. "This is an extermination. We are taking the fight to their heart, to their very genesis of corruption. There will be no retreat, no quarter. Only the end of this stain."
He paused, his gaze sweeping over the ogres, then flickered to the mages hovering above. "Those of you who stand here today," he continued, a flicker of something akin to grim respect in his dead eyes, "you are the spearhead. The last hope. Fight as if your very soul depends on it, for in the Abyss, it most certainly will."